"As many of you may already know...," Kelvin began, his tone commanding and a proud smile etched across his lips. "...Miss Ruby here is not just a dignified guest at this party. She is an exceptional creative designer with a rare talent that can be compared to the likes of Moitorth, Treshvire Fashion, ARILPORTER BOSS, J&K... just to mansion a few."
"Miss Ruby?!" Bailey's jaw dropped for the third time in a row, disbelief flashing across her face.
First, she had watched Ruby casually present a gift worth over twenty-five million dollars to a total stranger when her own company, Drubicks Edges, couldn't even boast of an annual turnover of one million dollars. And now, the celebrant was addressing her as Miss Ruby and not the agreed-upon married title Derek had so craved like hot chocolate in winter.
"What the hell is going on?!" Bailey muttered under her breath, while slipping out her phone to check Derek's current location.
